THE ETERNITY OF YOU
I am still yet a babe
walking in the darkness looking up,
always up,
seeing the slight clouds raking the night sky.
When I compare my short years to the lights
seen from long ago yesterdays,
I truly know that life, my life,
yours too,
will never grow old and gray
no matter the doors we walk through.
© M Durfee
© M Durfee
8/21/2016
but are there right doors and wrong doors?
ReplyDeleteThere is only one door that I KNOW of Charles. Although I have my own personal beliefs and faith, many others have theirs as well.
DeleteI view any person's belief structure, my own included, as a way to get through, find solace, for this portion of living, not a defining "last word" as to what happens in the next room.
well this sounds very optimistic! it's a comfort, this poem, although charles' question adds a complexity of its own.
ReplyDeletehope you are well, mark. how much i thought of you during that bastard's visit to detroit.
love
kj
kj I am doing OK, complaining never did me any good so I adapt to a fluid situation.
DeleteYou mean, I assume Trumps speech before the DEC? Nothing concrete, nothing of any substance, same as any other political speech--red meat for the fans. *meh* I do not believe anything they say pre-election, there is too much history to look at when making a choice.
Very beautiful, Mark.
ReplyDeleteWe are here for such a short time. Might as well keep looking up, as we move blindly along.
BANG! Ten ring Sarah, that was my thinking--up is better than down and certainly in this region, prettier.
DeleteSweet. The Lady or the Tiger?
ReplyDeleteAs I saw it that particular story did not have a dictated ending Erik, left it to the readers own state of being to decide on the whims of a princess, jealously in love, to decide HER state of mind at the moment.
DeleteI love the imagery of clouds raking the night sky. I feel the optimism at the end Mark ~ Enjoyed this one~
ReplyDeleteGrace, post demise life--I have always been an optimist. Of course I have to wait for a bit yet to find if the optimism is rewarding with reality--but it's like dreams of what one would do when they win the lottery.
DeleteForever young...beautiful thoughts and poetry. I've missed this place.
ReplyDelete...and this place has missed you Ily.
DeleteHopefully, and compared to eternity, we'll always be young.
ReplyDeleteEternity is definitely an element in my thinking here Jeff. But--the eternity I envision encompasses no clocks and how we arrive is how we are.
DeleteIs that what it means to be young at heart?
ReplyDeleteMore like no matter how far we age in this arena Alice, we will still be and for quite awhile yet comparatively young to them who inhabit the front row.
DeleteWe are but a grain of sand in the sea of eternity. The stars are billions of years old, so I guess we are babes!
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